Happysad
// September 9th, 2011 // No Comments » // Edinburgh, Misc.
My tolerance for the kind of weather which afflicts this country of mine from September through until May gets eroded a little further with each passing year. In my younger days I would be spending rather a lot of my time with jovial drunken friends in the many wonderful bars of our capital city and the inclement weather outside was rather incidental as a result. As a home-based worker and 40-something stay-at-home father I spend rather less time in those bars now and am required to soberly face the dreariness of our climate with metronomic grinding monotony. What colour is the sky today? Oooh, it’s grey again! There’s also drizzling rain for texture. My PC desktop-borne climatic temperature gauge reports 12°C but I know that to be one more in a series of filthy lies.
The thought of living further north has sometimes flitted through my head, in much the same way as a thought such as I wonder if it’s possible to survive the 40 metre fall from the Forth Road Bridge into the freezing waters of the Forth Estuary?. Sometimes, while staring out into the half-light of yet another blanket-grey morning, I chill myself by imagining what it must be like to live on the Shetland or Faroe Islands. Perhaps such places are studded with windowless pubs, filled with intoxicated inhabitants.
It cheered me to read the story of one such inhabitant on today’s BBC News website …
Drunk Swedish elk found in apple tree near Gothenburg
I know how that elk feels.
